Page 75 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

August climbed into bed as I scooted over to make space.He laid his head on the pillow and gazed up at me.

Ah, asking me to take the lead.This I could do.I stroked my hand down his clean-shaven jaw.Despite the manual labor involved in our job, his grooming was always meticulous.I was doing good to remember to trim my beard once a month.

I lazily drew my index finger down his throat, and he swallowed convulsively.I brushed past his pulse point and continued my exploration lower.

He startled when I tweaked his nipple.Less so when I did the other, but then he made a sound low in his throat when I took the bud in my mouth and nipped.

Nice.

His chest hair was sparse and coarse against my fingers.I’d never seen him without a shirt—but I’d suspected muscles.

I wasn’t disappointed.Sculpted in all the right places, and sleek skin that rippled with my touch.I moved my hand down his stomach, swirling my finger in his belly button, and then meandered lower still.

I took his rock-hard erection in my hand, and he let out a strangled moan.

Stroking, I applied just the right amount of pressure.

He bucked.

I drew my tongue lazily down his flank, across his hipbone, and then I knelt before him and took his cock in my mouth.

His strangled cry lit a fire inside me.

Blow jobs came easily to me—been doing them since I was a teenager.As I sucked, I swirled my tongue around his length, taking the time to spear his slit.

He continued to emit inarticulate sounds of what I assumed was pleasure.

As I sucked harder, I had to hold his hips down as he undulated and tried to push into my mouth.I continued to use suction to draw every ounce of pleasure from him that I could manage.Need curled low in my belly as my erection begged for attention.

Fucker could wait.It’d be busy soon enough.

“I’m coming.”

August’s words were the only warning I got.I sucked harder as he spurted into my mouth.I swallowed the salty cum as best I could, wanting to give him an experience to remember.When he was limp, I pulled off him with a pop.I pressed a kiss to his cock and looked up his fantastic body to meet his gaze.

His glazed gaze.He was totally blissed out.

In that moment, I knew.I knew not only that he’d never done that before, but that I could fall hard for him if I wasn’t careful.I crawled up his body and then covered it with my own.I thrust my tongue into his mouth and let him taste himself.

He roused enough to grasp my cheeks in his hands to hold me steady.

Then he raked his fingers through my beard.I loved that.I always did and I always would.

After a nice round of kissing, I pulled back.“You up for more?”

Those glazed eyes sharpened.“Always.With you?Always.”

All the permission I needed.I snagged the bottle of lube.Oh good, practically full.Admittedly, I used lots of the stuff.I’d had more than a few lovers over the years and was very much into self-service.None of the guys lasted long because we hadn’t formed an abiding connection.I could totally see that changing with August.

My boss.

Shut the fuck up.

Damn conscience.

On that note—less thinking, more action.

I crawled back down on him, and he naturally spread his thighs so I could settle between them.I placed my hands on his knees and he let them fall to the bed.

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